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Post by Shaman Chill on Apr 25, 2013 20:55:19 GMT -8
This Massive Bazaar of the Bizarre city is a haven for businesses of all kind and creed. Beyond the ever shifting sea of temporary building and tent vendors, there are a few stable landmarks in the city.
The Arena is an open-aired circle roughly 100 meters in diameter. The outside is lined with viewing stands. This is the only authorized area for combat. Those that pick fights in the streets do so at there own risk.
The Admin Building a small and unassuming building that never-the-less handles much of the important paper work of the giant market-city.
The Security Office is a squat 4 story building. Ferrocrete, bunker-like, and thoroughly ugly, it can withstand an extended siege. The four stories above ground conceal a large underground complex. All security forces are assigned quarters here.
The Spaceport is the first sight that most visitors will see while in the city. It is a barely contained riot of bright colours, port officials, merchants, security officers, ships & travelers of every size, shape, & description imaginable.
Beyond these basic points, few companies manage to establish themselves firmly enough to serve as
landmarks, though many have stood on the same ground since the city's founding.
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2013 9:49:42 GMT -8
The Administrative Building is the centermost building in the Market. It stands nearly ten stories tall and houses all the offices and facilities needed in the day to day running of the place. Here you'll find all the public services that one would expect from a place like this. There's a small bank, a police station, a lost and found, and even a bounty office.
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Post by Nemo on Jun 10, 2013 8:43:32 GMT -8
Tza had landed at the Galactic Marketplace a short time ago and he was already impressed. If he still owned a business then he'd definitely set up some sort of shop front here. However today he was here as a customer, one with a specific shopping list he needed filling. His first stop was the Republic Engineering office. There he ordered one Nebula-class Star Destroyer and two Majestic-class Heavy Cruisers. Next stop was that of Kuat Drive Yards, here he placed an order for one Victory-I class Star Destroyer, one Acclamator-class Assault ship and many ground vehicles including LAAT/I gunships, AT-TE's and Clone Personal Walkers. A hefty order indeed. Incom was graced with his business next, 28 XJ-7 Xwing starfighters were purchased before the tall Falleen moved to his last stop. The Bothawui Shipyards had a smaller officer than the others and his order was a lot smaller from them, a single Bothan Assault Cruiser but his business was welcomed all the same.
By the end of the day Tza'uax had ordered a huge amount of hardware, a whole fleet in fact, designed to wage war.
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Titan
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Post by Titan on Jun 14, 2013 7:15:58 GMT -8
The Imperial shuttle lands on a landing pad saved for customers. The exit ramp opens and revels a clone arc trooper inside. He strides down the ramp and goes to find some shop to buy a new ship. He walks down the street and tries to keep a low profile by staying away from other people. He finds a big company that sells starships for a low price. Titan decides that possibly this is a good place to buy a new ship.
He goes up to the company manager and talks to him about buying a new fighter.
Manager: Welcome to our starship lot how may we help you?
Titan: I'm looking for a new ship and I'm planning on selling my old one.
Manager: What is this ship you are talking about.
Titan pulls out a holopad and shows a picture of an imperial shuttle. He hands the pad to the manager and he reads the disruption of the ship and how much it is usually worth. The manager looks at him in confusion.
Manager: This is an Imperial ship. How did you get one of these because they are military issue only? I can't buy this or the empire will get suspicious.
Titan: I'll trade you this nice and rare ship for a fighter. If you decide not to resell it you can at least sell the expensive equipment and metal anyway.
Manager: Fine allow this protocol droid to show you our ships.
The droid leads Titan around the lot showing him all of their vehicles. Titan sees almost 20 starfighters but then sees a rouge class starfighter.
Titan: I will take that one over there.
Sales droid: Ok then just sign here and give us the key card to the shuttle and it's all yours.
Titan signs the contract and hands over the key card for the Imperial shuttle. Right after doing so he enters his new fighter and lifts off and into orbit of the planet.
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Dazac
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Post by Dazac on Jul 7, 2013 19:01:44 GMT -8
It took Dazac close to two hours to find out about and reach what he was looking for. An upstart information broker with a known history of hacking. It would be the best place to get cheap intel, and the chances of anyone finding out about it were practically zilch. He finally found the place, an unmarked door, tucked away in one of the alleys. He opened the door and stepped in to find a room that was little more than a small apartment with a few doors hidden in the darkness of the interior. The only light came from a small lamp and the glow of numerous monitors. A single being was inside and quickly looked up at him as he entered.
"Who are you?!" the person asked fearfully.
"A customer," Dazac replied stepping further into the room as the door closed behind him. Getting closer he was able to make out the features of a female Zabrak who barely looked older than twenty. With only four small horns on her head and then dark hair that was pulled back in a simply ponytail, she looked rather plain. If it weren't for the computers and terminals arrayed in front of her, he wouldn't have known he was in the right place.
"A customer...." she said, a tone of disbelief evident in her voice.
"Yeah," Dazac said. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a large stack of credits, showing her the currency.
The scowl she had turned to a smile, "Alright!, Come on around."
Dazac nodded and moved around the array of computers and monitors. He saw her close out of a game before she turned to him and held out her hand expectantly. Dazac looked at her, taking note of the pleased smirk on her face before showing one of his own and handing her the credits. She let out a low whistle at the amount.
"Wow," she said as she spun in her chair and opened a drawer, tossing the credits in. "You must really need some info."
Dazac nodded, "Yeah. I'm at a dead end currently. Only have one lead."
"Oh?' she said with amusement, "You a detective or something?"
"Bounty hunter," Dazac replied.
She sighed and frowned, "You're not too quick on the uptake with sarcasm, are you?"
"I am," Dazac replied, "Just not in the mood to indulge it right now."
"Okaaaay," she said, "Well then, what do you need?"
"I need a search done on a few names," Dazac replied.
"Alright, give 'em to me," she ordered.
Dazac paused before speaking, "Malora. Galen. Jekk."
The Zabrak typed the names in and began a search, first in her database, an then the Holonet. "So," she said as she searched, "What's your name?"
Dazac looked at the back of her head before turning back to the screens and told her, "Dazac."
"Dazac, huh?" she said with a smile, "I'm Taylia."
Dazac simply grunted in acknowledgement, causing Taylia to roll her eyes before refocusing on the screens, "Alright, looks like we've got.... numerous hits. You wouldn't happen to have full names would you?"
"No," Dazac explained, "All I was given was 'Malora.' It took me a month to find 'Galen' and 'Jekk.'"
"Hmm," Taylia muttered, "Well, unless you want me to search through several hundred million hits..."
Dazac sighed, "Try a search on just 'Jekk.' It's supposed to be the name of some kind of creature."
"Okay," she said, "Hmm, weird."
"What is it?" Dazac asked, stepping up next to her and leaning over her shoulder to look at the screen.
"Got references going back at least six years," she explained, bringing up several different reports. "Nothing before that. And it looks like it's showing up all over the Outer Rim." She opened several pages on the Holonet that had pictures. "Sith-spit, that thing is ugly!"
"That's a Jekk?" Dazac asked incredulously.
"Apparently," Taylia said, "Looks like a deformed Ithorian to me. And then there's this one over here that looks completely different, almost like a Quarren. Yikes. Why are you looking for these things?"
"I'm connected to them somehow," Dazac said.
"You don't know how?" Taylia said looking over her shoulder at him.
He shook his head, "No. I woke up on a hospital bed a few months ago and was told I'd been severely injured in some sort of fall. I couldn't remember anything, not even my name. The doctor told me the only thing he knew about me that might lead me somewhere was a name and location. Malora. Kashyyyk."
Taylia looked back to the pictures of the Jekk, "Are you sure you want to find out more? I certainly wouldn't want to remember something that looked like that."
"I'm sure," Dazac said.
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Dazac
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Post by Dazac on Jul 18, 2013 14:40:06 GMT -8
"I gotta say," Taylia said as she typed away while Dazac stood nearby, leaning against a wall and waiting, "That's some interesting hardware you've got there."
Dazac looked at her with a frown and held up his right hand, "This?" After receiving a nod of confirmation he huffed and dropped his hand down again. "It's nothing special."
Taylia stopped typing and turned to him with a smirk, leaning back in her chair and crossing one leg over the other. She crossed her arms in front of her and looked at Dazac who was frowning back at her. "That's the biggest load of poodoo I've heard all year. That's a repulse-hand. Weaponized prosthetic. Created by Control Zone. Capable of tearing through just about anything less dense than ultra-chrome, given enough time. You could tear someones head off by slapping them with that thing. It can cut through almost any body armor that's not designed to handle immense pressures. Don't tell me it's nothing special."
Dazac looked at her blankly before slowly smiling, "You know an awful lot about them."
She smirked and held up her own right hand, "Considered getting one myself, but decided I'd rather have something that wasn't quite so obvious. Plus, synth-skin just doesn't work with that thing." Her terminal beeped and she turned to it, quickly typing in some more commands. "Hah! Pure pazzaak! Take a look at this."
Dazac approached her and leaned over her shoulder once more to read the screen while she turned her gaze toward him. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the information. "Attacks reported at over a dozen out-of-the-way colonies in the Outer RIm. Same M.O. Extremely brutal, swift attacks, no survivors ever found. Over eight-dozen people remain unaccounted for... These are all Jekk attacks?" Dazac looked to Talyia to find her still studying him, but quickly turning away.
"Looks like," she said. "Check this out though, an attack on Kessel, largest one by far, dozens of witnesses, and Net coverage. First hand reports claim that three people inside a cantina called Kessel's Best, where the cause of the ruckus. Authorities claim it appeared be only one person responsible for starting things. No final report was ever made, they just dropped it. Security footage from inside the cantina was never released, and what little footage there was on the outside just showed a swarming mass of the creatures before being blocked by a low flying ship that hung around for several minutes before taking off, at which point the camera's were destroyed by the ships engines."
"Can you get us a look at this footage?" Dazac queried, excited that he may have a lead.
"Of course," Taylia replied, cracking her knuckles quickly before typing.
The video that popped up showed a massive swarm of the Jekk creatures, all crawling over each other to get toward the cantina. A sudden explosion blew the doors off the cantina and the Jekks began to pour into the building. They continued to watch until they noticed that a single person had appeared in the cantina's doorway and was slowly moving through the mass of Jekks.
"Sith-spit!" Taylia exclaimed, "He's actually fighting through them! How the hell is he alive?!"
"Zoom in on him," Dazac said. "Can you get a look at his face?"
Taylia let the video continue playing and tried to clean up the image. "Doesn't look like it. This is as clear as I can get it. The guy is moving around so much and has so much blood on his face, getting a positive ID on him would be impossible."
"Let it keep playing," Dazac ordered.
Taylia returned the video to full view and let it keep playing, enraptured by the scene of a lone person somehow continuing to move through the swarm. She was shocked out of it though when a large bolt of energy slammed into the swarm just before a ship dropped into frame, blocking off the rest from view. It moved around a bit but never really got out of the way enough for them to see what was really going on. It wasn't until several minutes later that the ship turned and finally blasted off that they got a glimpse before the video turned to static. Taylia went back and paused just before the image turned to static.
"The hell?" Dazac mumbled.
He couldn't understand what he was seeing. It looked as though all the Jekk had stepped to the side to allow a single person to pass through them, but it was not the person they had seen previously. This one, while kneeling appeared taller, and had longer and lighter hair.
"Now, that I can get a better image of!" Tayia said as she began to zoom in and clean up the image, giving a somewhat grainy picture of a man, kneeling on the ground, clutching his leg and smiling up at the ship as it left. "Ugh.... I just had a chill go up my spine. This guy looks..."
"Evil," Dazac finished, getting the same chill. "Go back a bit more, to when the ship was turning." Taylia did so and Dazac pointed at the screen, "There, can you get a brighter view of that?"
Taylia adjusted the settings on the image a few times before finally getting something to appear on the side of the ship. In very faded lettering, the name of the ship could be seen painted on the side facing the camera.
"Dar'Yaim...."
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Dazac
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Post by Dazac on Jul 20, 2013 17:55:45 GMT -8
"Here it is," Taylia said, "A YT-1760 with the name, Dar'Yaim. It looks like it didn't get too far from Kessel before it was apparently attacked. All this happened two years ago, after which there are no reports of the ship anywhere in public registries. Got an owner here, though. Galdaart Fel. Hmm, wonder if he's got anything to do with the Fel Empire...."
"Can you find where he is now?" Dazac asked.
"I can try," Taylia responded, her hands moving over her keyboard rapidly. "Ok, looks like the most recent sighting was on Courscant....quite a while back. Sith-spit, if that's the most recent, then there's no way to track where he is by now."
Dazac scowled, "Any way to find out if he's got a new ship?"
Taylia shook her head, "No. If I had to guess, he probably has a new ship, but what kind, its name, and where it is right now.... I don't think I can find that. From the looks of it, this guy prefers to keep a low profile. In the past several years the only sightings of him have been during some sort of public disturbance."
"Like Kessel," Dazac muttered. He sighed and stood up straight, "Well, it's more than I had. Thanks for the help."
Taylia turned as Dazac started to leave, "Wait!" Dazac stopped and turned to look at her. "Uh, well, I could do some more searching for you, considering how much you paid. If I find anything I can pass it along, I'd just need a frequency to contact you on..."
Dazac thought about it for a moment before nodding, "Alright, sounds good." He walked back toward her and pulled out a comlink to look at it, "My frequency is 923-3881740625-1."
Taylia typed the frequency in and saved it.When Dazac saw that she had it, he gave a nod and turned to leave. He was just about to reach the door when he was stopped once more by Taylia quickly saying, "Do you want a drink?" Dazac glanced at her over his shoulder with an eyebrow raised. She rubbed the back of her neck and looked toward her computers, "Or, you know....five?"
When she glanced at Dazac again he smirked and turned to face her. "Sure," he said, once more walking toward her, "I've got time for a drink.... or five."
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Post by Dazac on Jul 28, 2013 16:22:54 GMT -8
Dazac stepped out of the building with a datapad in hand. The list of bounty postings he'd downloaded earlier wasn't very long, but it was still sufficient in terms of options.
Name of Bounty: Doctor (formerly) Gustav-Kodaly Remiak
Recovery Designation: Dead
Specific Bounty Conditions: All persons accompanying him must be terminated. Proof of death required.
Credit Amount Payable: 90k
Last Known Location: Alagra II
Bounties Affiliation: Independent. Occasionally hires mercenaries
Collection Location: Upon completion, notify the board.
Any Other Information: Has successfully evaded capture for years. Approach with extreme prejudice.
STATUS: Open
Name of Bounty: Xeonon Solomon
Recovery Designation (Dead or Alive): Dead or Alive
Specific Bounty Conditions (Upon (Injured, Chained, Etc) Return): Enough left to positively identify
Credit Amount Payable: 50K
Last Known Location: Aragua
Collection Location: TBD upon capture/death (contact bounty posting board)
Any Other Information: Considered extremely dangerous, proficient force user and well trained in multiple forms of killing
STATUS: Open
Name of Bounty: Any associate/member of the Exchange
Recovery Designation (Dead or Alive): Alive
Specific Bounty Conditions (Upon (Injured, Chained, Etc) Return): Detained and unharmed. Unconscious but still breathing.
Credit Amount Payable: 7,500,000 "7 for each Exchange associate/member
Last Known Location: Unknown
Bounties Affiliation: The Exchange
Collection Location: Upon capture, deliver to the Rendili Port Authority to receive payment
Any Other Information: Targets are responsible for the mass bombing of a Republic facility and the assassination of a key informant. They are considered heavily armed, extremely dangerous, and won't hesitate to kill you if you attempt to capture one or multiple members alive. Proceed with caution and good luck.
STATUS: Open
Name of Bounty: Hiro
Recovery Designation: Alive
Specific Bounty Conditions: Alive, uninjured if possible
Credit Amount Payable: 50M "7 on delivery
Last Known Location: Unknown. Subject is a known wanderer. Recorded sightings include Togoria, Xagobah, Fresia, Eriadu, Manaan, Aargau, and Tatooine.
Bounties Affiliation: None
Collection Location: TBD, Location of drop off and collection will be send via secure transmission.
Any Other Information: Subject is highly evasive, and difficult to track. Take caution: He is not what he appears to be.
STATUS: Open
After deciding on one in particular, Dazac stored the datapad and began to leave the marketplace.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Aug 3, 2013 17:29:12 GMT -8
The old 929 settled down in the markets landing pad. Taking one last puff of his Deathstick he put it out, exhaling slowly he stood up. To his right on the passenger seat was his good ole armour a little worse for wear but it still served its purpose. He was wearing his fancy suit standing up he grabbed onto his ebony cane and walked to the back of the ship. Inside his coat was another six Deathsticks and the revolver that he would keep on him just to be safe.
Walking down the ramp he paid the man in full, no more no less than what was needed. He had learned his lesson while tracking down his last bounty. Never tip someone... Odd as it may sound but he gave an official some extra money which MAY have been mistaken as a bribe had made him suffer from a large firefight. Lots of wasted credits. Walking through the crowds Bat was distinguished amoung the crowd. Not for his suit nor his hat but rather the cane. Despite the crowds sounding like a dull roar the tapping of his cane could still be heard as it hit the ground.
Pushing his way through a back alley Masterson stood there for a second watching the game of pazzac that was being played before him but moved on before officials found them. He had to keep his head low right now.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2013 22:08:11 GMT -8
The freighter, known simply as the Ferrous Wheel, landed in the spaceport, followed shortly thereafter by the Star Destroyer. The Market's spaceport did, in fact, have a berth big enough for the massive craft, complete with landing cradles to help the ship support weight that was never meant to sit unaided on the ground. The massive facility could in fact house three ships of that size, though cargo hauling behemoths were more common.
The Spaceport Authority was quietly shitting itself, but not because of the warship. The freighter carried the word "ferrous" in the name, and was registered out of Dressel. Only Eralam's personal craft could carry that designation in this system, and he was rumored to be dead. The planetary government had remained oddly silent on the matter. Eralam hadn't directly ruled in decades, but it was no secret that he was in charge. He didn't interfere with elections, he didn't bark orders, he was just sort of...there. He'd answer a question, give an opinion, and occasionally, make a suggestion. There was surprisingly little corruption in his government; the corrupt tended to disappear mysteriously. If a government or office was reputed to be slow or inefficient, he'd show up. Things rapidly improved, but for the most part, no one would ever remember him saying a word. Things got done. The usual lunatic fringe had sprung up, of course. There were conspiracy theories, but even they were only half-hearted. Really, the people were just glad he hadn't turned out to be another lunatic like the Overlord. Mediocre would have been fine. Instead, they got something far better, and at times far scarier.
In his absence, life had gone on. It had been nearly a year since his disappearance, and it had not gone unnoticed. Life went on, things still worked, but it was like a spark had gone from the world. If he was back...
A series of discreet inquiries began. The man who disembarked the ship certainly bore a strong resemblance to Eralam's HRD form, though there were certain inconsistencies. That all the sensors said he was completely human was somewhat baffling. Soon after the inquiries began, word came down from the highest of levels that this man was to discretely be afforded every courtesy. There was no fanfare, and no official delegation to meet with him, but he was cleared through customs with barely a glance at his paperwork. No mention was made of his guest, but the tall, haggard looking woman with him was similarly expedited. The Star Destroyer, however, was given no special consideration. Warships were touchy subjects at the best of times. Even Eralam had dared not mess with this particular bit of paperwork. Still, if everything checked out, the crew would be allowed shore leave, and the ship would be allowed to resupply and trade.
Meanwhile, the pair left the spaceport in a rented speeder, and made their way through the Market to Eralam's Explosives Emporium. This was good news. If anyone could shed light on the mysterious Dresden, it would be Koko. She was his closest known associate, and famous for her unwillingness to put up with this shit. The mysterious little shop would be monitored as closely as possible over the next few hours.
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Post by Nase Talsey on Nov 13, 2013 16:29:04 GMT -8
The Sentinel Class Landing Craft came down into it's assigned docking berth, it's tri-fold wings folding into their space-saving upright position. The ship was freshly polished and represented the care and power of the Empire, it's red sigils painted loving on it's wings and hull. Even in it's decline there was still pride in the Empire by those who believed in it. Within the ship General Talsey held a small meeting with the 15 Imperial Army officers and soldiers he had selected to escort him. Wearing grey Imperial Army uniforms with breastplates, armor to protect knees, shoulders and elbows and helmets the soldiers were dressed as if they were on routine patrol, not on an assault mission.
"Side arms only gentlemen. We are not here to provoke these people we hope to make our allies." Said Talsey as he pressed the ramp control pad. There was a hiss and the boarding ramp began to lower. "5 of you will accompany me personally, the rest of you will guard the ship."
Talsey, 2 officers and the 3 Soldiers descended the boarding ramp to meet with port security.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2013 21:49:05 GMT -8
Port security was waiting as the boarding ramp lowered. They were used to visiting military personnel carrying their own weapons. Hell, the soldiers could have been kitted out in full battle rattle and they wouldn't have batted an eye. Even if they did have their hearts set on mayhem, most of the populous of Breehara were so exceedingly well armed that it's unlikely the soldiers would have gotten more than a shot off apiece before being reduced to slowly cooling chunks of charred meat. That, of course, implied that the MDF didn't get to them first.
The NCOIC of the Customs and Port Authority Inspection Team, Staff Sergeant Ames, strode up the ramp and offered a salute Talsey.
"Good afternoon, sir. My name is SSG Ames. I trust your journey here was a pleasant one?"
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Post by Nase Talsey on Nov 18, 2013 15:46:28 GMT -8
Talsey and his men responded in turn with Salutes in Imperial fashion. Talsey could respect a planetary security force that at least had the appearance of military cohesion and discipline.
"I'm General Talsey of the Imperial Army. Thank you for your gracious welcome and my journey was as pleasant as one could be in a troop transport. Fortunately the men are quite the avid pazaak players and a personal stache of Tarisian Ale can certainly make time pass faster. Now, what is it you need from us before we proceed to the market Sergeant?"
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Post by Renan on Apr 15, 2014 20:29:46 GMT -8
K'elvit't set down in a docking cradle, and began the lengthy slog through customs. For all it's tediousness it went well and progressed with surprising rapidity. Within a few hours the passengers and crew were ready to go, and given permission to survey the market. Renan and his two bodyguards, a necessity he was told, and eight other individuals of various species disembarked from the ship and began wandering the market, in pairs or trios. All spoke fluent Basic, and they eagerly toured the grand Bazaar taking in as much as they could of the wide spectrum of alien cultures set out on display. They did little trading, though they explored many possibilities and opportunities to generate trade and revenue.
Renan, still dutifully escorted by his two bodyguards, made his way to an eatery that seemed to specialize in soft, tasteless shapes covered in a variety of sauces and other goodies. Renan entered and was seated, to one side at a table for four next to a window looking out on the street. He ordered a local favourite, while his two bodyguards sat with him and enjoyed an appetizer between them as they watched the room and street for threats.
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Korina
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Post by Korina on Apr 16, 2014 7:30:34 GMT -8
Korina docked Splinter at a berth upon the planet an breezed through customs. Yes, she had a weapon. Yes, it was legal upon almost all worlds and wasn't some planet obliterating device in secret but a simple civilian blaster upon her left hip. Her RLG guardian droid system was upon her as well. Tic was buzzing around her nervously while Tac was currently recharging in a pouch strapped to her right hip and a remote for the system was hanging from the right side of her belt. That was everything she was carrying.
She had chosen simple garb today, tight black shiny leather like pants, accenting all he curves and a tank top like red shirt with a black leather like jacket zipped up just bellow her bosom leaving an ample about of her cleavage showing. A back pack was on her back, but it was empty, and was simply there incase she picked anything up at the markets here and needed to carry it around before returning to Splinter. She had reprogrammed her RLG units to scan for none classical life forms, meaning anything that wasn't typical of this sector of space would cause the droid to alert the female.
Fully prepared, the female made her way through the streets of the market, observing items and perusing the stores and places to eat. Several times Tic alerted her but after a quick check she dismissed the alien as not the owner of the strange craft in orbit and continued her business. As she passed by an small eating establishment however she paused as Tic beeped and whirred at her. She stopped and looked inside the windows and noticed a set of beings siting inside the window there. Three males, all with deep blue skin. Two she couldn't see the faces of however the third was looking out the window at the street almost directly at her. His eyes where a mysterious glowing red, and Korina had a feeling that this was who she was looking for. This person would be the key to the ship in orbit she was so interested in.
So she slipped through the door of the establishment and leaning close specifically asked for the table beside the one where the three blue skins where sitting. The host seemingly had no issue with this and she was presently seated there, a single person in a four person seat. She orders something randomly, not caring as she didn't really need sustenance but was seeking to fit in and look 'normal' in the establishment as she rarely just advertised the fact she wasn't human at all as her synthdroid body looked. Keeping that fact secret had allowed her to keep her greatest weapon of all with out being confiscated at customs: herself.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2014 17:55:28 GMT -8
K'elvit't set down in a docking cradle, and began the lengthy slog through customs. For all it's tediousness it went well and progressed with surprising rapidity. Within a few hours the passengers and crew were ready to go, and given permission to survey the market. Renan and his two bodyguards, a necessity he was told, and eight other individuals of various species disembarked from the ship and began wandering the market, in pairs or trios. All spoke fluent Basic, and they eagerly toured the grand Bazaar taking in as much as they could of the wide spectrum of alien cultures set out on display. They did little trading, though they explored many possibilities and opportunities to generate trade and revenue.
Renan, still dutifully escorted by his two bodyguards, made his way to an eatery that seemed to specialize in soft, tasteless shapes covered in a variety of sauces and other goodies. Renan entered and was seated, to one side at a table for four next to a window looking out on the street. He ordered a local favourite, while his two bodyguards sat with him and enjoyed an appetizer between them as they watched the room and street for threats. "Salutations. My name is Luxum, and I will be your official diplomatic liaison. Apologies for the lack of fanfare; we take a very pragmatic approach to such things here on Dressel. The best way to protect a diplomat is to disguise the fact that he's a diplomat, at least at first. Rest assured, some of the best shooters in the business are watching your back, and have been since you landed. So, what can we do for you?" |
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Post by Renan on Apr 21, 2014 10:35:22 GMT -8
Renan's guards noticed the female human take a seat at the table next to Renan's, one looked to Renan, who merely glanced out the window, catching a glimpse of the woman's figure in her reflection on the glass. He let his eyes track a coupl walking by on the street, and smiled breifly, before returning to his meal. The guards took the hint and refrained from "interviewing" the odd human who had specifically chose to sit by herself at a table for four, and in such close proximity to their own table. They didn't like it, but perhaps that was usual here and humans were know to do odd things anyway. The watched the nondescript man approach and take a seat at the table, taking him for what he was, a local government official. Renan finished chewing and pushed his plate back slightly as Luxum joined them and introduced himself.
Not at all, Mr. Luxum, it is a wise choice, and well handled. You may call me Renan, my full name seems to troublesome for most beings not accustomed to Chiss culture. It also explains why my friends have been so set on edge, they are not fond of being watched by armed men of unknown intentions. I apologize for the short notice, but for security reasons I thought it was wiser to announce myself only after getting a feeling for the climate of my destination, political and meteorological. Though I think we have already drawn the attention of one curious being, whom by her dress and bearing, sets herself is very nearly the opposite of your purpose.I gesture briefly with my left hand toward the woman at the next table, who seemed to be quite accustomed to being the center of attention, though I keep my focus on Luxum.In any case, I am here ready to proceed at your convenience.
The presence of the woman didn't bother Renan, he merely thought she should know he was well aware of her presence. Though in truth, while many of the men in the room gave her appraising looks, Renan felt no attraction for her, mostly because she was almost certainly young enough to be his granddaughter, but also because while it was little known, he had a family of his own already.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2014 6:20:02 GMT -8
"Yes," Luxum said conversationally, "I noticed you have a clinger on. She doesn't pop on any of the wanted lists, and she's not suspected of any crimes in Dressel space. We can't legally detain her. What we can do is provide cover if you wish to question her about her intentions. Your call."
Luxum smiled easily, seemingly relaxed. He was in his element, after all. Though he appeared to be human, like many high-level Dresselian officials, he was, in fact, a Shard. Those familiar with Shard culture would notice that his name, Luxum, was shared with a lightsaber crystal, which meant he was also an Iron Knight. Diplomacy came naturally to him, but if the mystery woman was out to cause trouble, he'd be just as comfortable with his blade and his pistol in hand.
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Post by Korina on Apr 23, 2014 11:45:22 GMT -8
The female listened intently to the conversation, giving know signs as to the fact she was listening because she had no need to give herself away. Her auditory sensors where well equipped to ear those words, and she could in fact hear every word in the entire room being spoke, even by the main cook in the back currently cursing out some lowly server under his breath for a messed up order. Her optical sensors where just acute, able to pick up minute details a human eye would miss. Such as the fact the new comer male was not expiring the correct combination of gases that one would naturally do, nor where the gases the correct temperature. How extremely interesting!
However seeing as her cover had apparently been blown she picked up her fork as her food arrived and stood up, approaching the table with the four males. She leaned with her right hand upon the table, the fork held in her left and spoke in her softly voice.
"Excuse me gentlemen, and sir," she directed the sir to the non-human male, "but curiosity is always getting the better of me. I was originally looking for the Chiss....but now I must apologize for this as I am curious as well."
With a flash she extended her right hand and impaled the tines of the fork in to the Shard's hand closest to her just slightly then withdrew the weapon and watched with extreme fascination as blood welled from the small injuries.
"Oh my!!! You bleed!! But your not human! I apologize but I've never actually seen a HRD, so seeing one even operated by a Shard is something quite exceptional for me! What's it like?! Does it feel different from other bodies? What was your original body? A Juggernaut?"
She was talk at a hundred miles an hour, her excitement getting the better or her until she took a deep steadying breath and exhaled. She then turned to the real reason she was here, the blue skinned man with red eyes. Having calmed herself she set the fork down and extended her right hand.
"I apologize...I get carried away sometimes when I find new technology. It's actually why I am here. I saw you ship in orbit and wanted to see who owned such magnificent craft with such different technology. My name is Korina."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2014 12:28:32 GMT -8
The fork being jabbed into the hand is a universal symbol of hostility, one Luxum answered with his own: a small, snubnosed pistol being jabbed into the strange woman's ribcage. As befitting an Iron Knight, the gunhand moved faster than the human eye would properly be able to register.
"You know that thing you did, where you walked up to strangers, stabbed one of them with a freaking fork, and then expected them not to have a problem with it? Not a good idea. You have approximately three seconds to explain why I shouldn't ventilate you."
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